ThisGuyHasMyMacbook.com
I love this. I love this because so many of us nerds grew up reading comic books, or watching hero movies & wanting to fight crime & make the world a better place, so we grew up & created the technology which can allows us to do just that, only without the hassle of a secret identity (unless you count your online handle) and free from the possible fashion faux pas of a utility belt that may not match your Zombie Identification Chart.

As explained in this blurb by Sarcasm Society, when one Oakland, CA nerd had his Macbook stolen, he used the time-honored equation of geekery + power of the internet = f*ck you100

The result was that the computer thief was caught, the computer returned, & there was much rejoicing throughout the land. Also? Thanks to the fact that our tax dollars fund convicts’ wireless internet, I’m secure in the knowledge that this whole thing is circulating the internet pretty heavily, so when he shows up in the slammer, this thief is totally gonna get made fun of over on cellblock B.

Because I would totally have his out-of-wedlock-until-gay-marriage-is-legalized babies.
In case you don’t already, I suggest that you mosey on over & read Jason Mraz’s blog. Whether you like the music or not, his brain meanderings just have a way of making you feel better about the day.

Mythical Me continues to have way more fun than Actual Me.
Our junior rowers discovered today that they can’t do SW Regionals with us because there are no Open category races this year, so racing is all 21+. Flyweight’s response was to bcc me into the email chain at the point where she inquired as to the possibility of a fake ID to make herself older*.*That’s right – most teenagers want a fake ID to drink, this one wants a fake ID so she can race some 1ks. Welcome to rowing!

I responded, “Why on earth did I get bcc’d when Flyweight was looking for a fake ID? Seriously Flyweight, who do you think I am?”

I got back, “figured you’d get a kick out of it. Besides, you’re the most likely to actually have a helpful answer to that question. ”

I don’t know if I should be mildly affronted that she assumes I know those sort of people, or oddly chuffed that the teenagers think I might be the well-connected slightly disreputable adult who can acquire such things. Quandary, that.

Today’s Sing-A-long song:
For the guy who had the wacky idea to ask me about dating advice. As I told him, “It’s all right, kiddo – there’s a song about it everything.”